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☕️ A man keeps to himself most of his: disappointments, sorrow, despair, bitterness, and his tragedies. Then one day, he explodes, If his coffee cup slips from his hand. ☕️
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Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 3:40 AM UTC
When Nothing Was Left to Hold
☕️ A man keeps to himself most of his: disappointments, sorrow, despair, bitterness, and his tragedies. Then one day, he explodes, If his coffee cup slips from his hand. ☕️
It’s rarely the last thing that breaks us. It’s everything that came before it.
Cadmus
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Earth, briefly.
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 3:40 AM UTC
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